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Of The Spark And Heart

Part 1

Chapter 21

Far below the crust of the surface lay hidden a series of intricate paths designed right into the soil by that of slave labor. For decacycles, it'd been constructed solely for the purpose of posing as a working base of operation, now serving as the main head of a series of the other, smaller structures in the hive of functions. Similar infrastructures lay scattered across the surface above, all connected in some was, by some series of lines, to this center construct.

The long halls were dim with the want to conserve energy, leaving the corners in shadow. The soaring ceilings were tall enough to allow passage of all mechs other than Trypticon, Metroplex, and Primus himself. Thick support pillars and beams lined the halls and roof, intertwined deep in the structure. There were two massive sheets of the earth metal steel behind the radial-proof lining covering the outermost layer.

The many rooms inside the space consisted of multipurpose titles and occupations, only a few truly designed for one specific purpose. In the belly of the base, there was the brig, the electric-to-energon converter machine, and the heavily guarded room which held the AllSpark shard. None had access to this part of the base except those with clearance, guards, or the leader themself. One of the largest of these areas was towards the bow of the building, being seen as the cockpit and main communications center.

The communications center was made up of a series of both Cybertronian and human computers and technology. Along with these, a lengthy screen stretched before the front of the room, showing different sections being constantly changed and flashed around as new images filled the space. Soldiers filled the seats of each monitor, watching and flitting digits over the keyboards. Mid-floor, there was a raised platform that held upon it a throne-like chair. Before it, there was a wraparound dashboard panel.

Two slender, purple; yellow, and black legs crossed. The peds they wore appeared shaped like what humans would call high-heels, however these were but dangerous daggers hidden in the heelpeds. Traveling up the frame, one could see a curved figure sitting at an angle in the throne, leaning on one of the armrests. Their dark armor became pointed at the shoulderbolts and held on them slim arms of which one sat limp over one rest while the other held up their cranial unit. The helm upon their cranial unit was created with a shape that appeared almost demonic, but strangely regal. Long, spindly appendages protruded from their spinal support, bowing over them like hovering spears.

The faceplates of the disturbing yet risqué figure looked on edge of boredom, their ruby-red optics scanning the screen before them without much interest in the multiple spy images.

"Mistress Arachnid?"

It was the voice of a frightened subordinate, that was for sure. Lifting her cranial unit from her servo, Arachnid removed her attention from the numerous servalience drones. She forced the chair she sat in to swivel around, her posture straightening into a more alpha-like pose. Her optics found the smaller mech quickly, standing before her with a straightened square of the shoulderbolts. When she looked to him, he seemed to duck under her gaze. His own optics met hers for less than an astrosecond before they dropped and he shrank back his helm. A smirk played across the fembot's faceplates as she studied the soldier.

"What is it?" she demanded, slightly in a better mood now that she knew she made this being feel uncomfortable with her mere look.

"Soundwave has returned from his mission Mistress..." he trailed off and seemed to fight with himself as he stood at attention. Arachnid looked up just as the very mech of their conversation walked in, an escort by his side. Arachnid waved off the messenger at her peds and he almost tripped over his own limbs in exit. Snorting in derision, Arachnid returned her optics to Soundwave.

"Were you successful in your assignment?" she asked calmly. "I achieved levels 1 through 3 in attempts of retrieving the human female." he reported. Arachnid let her arm drop and she narrowed her optics. "Where is she then?" the Decepticon fembot searched the mech's frame, as if he were hiding the small cargo. When she came up with nothing, she looked to his optics again.

"My actions failed me."

The very steadiness in his tone was infuriating, especially the near emotionless expression he held while speaking. Arachnid let go of a gush of air from her vents, the heats from her frame rising in anger. Clenching her digits, she raised her chassis and stood. "You dare address me in failure?" she nearly growled. Soundwave didn't seem to notice her threatening body language, for he just kept the even look he always did.

Soldiers around them suddenly noticed the events transpiring behind them, and most turned to watch in interest. "I was overrun and had every intention of secluding my own survival. The human was lost from my grasp." he went on. Arachnid did scowl this time, placing a glare on the mech that most would have nearly flushed from. Taking a step forward, some of the nearer soldiers promptly moved from the surrounding space.

"I do not desire your excuses Soundwave." she spat back. "My warriors are to carry out my explicit order by way of their life if necessary." she came closer and stopped right before Soundwave. "Subject yourself in belief that your life cycle is above that of my authority and you shall heavily regret it." her servo shot up and took hold of his collar armor, yanking him down to her level. Her optics had darkened to a deep crimson, signifying her heightened aggravation. "You shall be contained to the brig until you rust if I so wish it."

Her clawed digits flashed up and she scored them quickly across Soundwave's chassis, causing actual pain to cross his features. Soldiers reared away from the shrill noise her digits made on his armor, their audio receptors taking a feral attack. Arachnid then shoved Soundwave away from her, the vague thought of using the dagger in her heelped crossing her processor.

Many knew that Arachnid wouldn't actually kill her warriors, but none doubted her for a sparkbeat. She could torture anyone who dared speak against her, making them plead in agony as their receptors became flooded with nothing by howling pain. At the time of her early leadership, one of the unlucky mechs who tried provoking her had his aft thrown in Arachnid's personal care, his audio receptors hacked so all he would receive was energon-curdling screams. It was her knack for the avid respect she'd gained by the soldiers that Megatron had taken so easily to the fembot. That, and she would take orders without so much as a shutter of the optic.

Arachnid spun on her heelpeds to stalk up the platform to her seat. "Find me a mech who is able to achieve what I ask of him! Soundwave, as for you, for failing me, you are sentenced to a full term of guard in the underground energon converter. Alone." she turned and swung her gaze around her, taking the time to look each mech in the optic. Soundwave of course didn't reply, and Arachnid was sure that if he had, she would have done more to him than just scratched his paint.

"Dirge, you will be leading the group to our enemy's location." she stated, catching the warrior from his distant look. At her attention, he straightened immediately, nodding. "Take Cyclonus, Scourge, Thundercracker, Sunstorm, the Sweeps, and one of the Cassettes." he again nodded and walked away to find his assigned group. Soundwave too began to move before Arachnid called his name. "Tell me who it is that stopped you." she commanded firmly. Personally, she would destroy this being who dared get in her way. One slow, agonizing click at a time, she would tear this Autobot apart and make sure to record the experience as a lesson to her lower soldiers. She dared anyone to defy her after seeing that.

Soundwave turned back around and paused before starting for one of the nearby monitors. Arachnid stepped around her chair and watched him, sitting once more in her perch. "I was unable to retrieve a proper designation in my assault. However, I recovered enough visualized evidence to create a proper configuration." he put in, plugging the tip of one of his terminal links into the computer. Within seconds, every one of the images on the screen shut off and a new form took their place. Suspiciously, Arachnid narrowed her optics to try recognizing the image.

So far, the primitive technologies of the human computer were lacking in the correct abilities seen in most Cybertronian ones, so it was forced to come into focus at a far slower pace than seemed acceptable. However, Arachnid could already guess it was a fembot by the shape of the frame, giving even more agitation to be added to her mood. One of her warriors, taken out by a fembot? How pitiful.

But then the pixels came to shape and Arachnid found her arm slowly lowering, her frame tensing. Could it be? No, impossible. What jest was this? The edges became sharper and Arachnid gripped the heads of the armrests. Finally, the images was clear. The form took place. She was absolutely, by now shadow of a doubt, exactly who Arachnid had feared she would be. Leaping to her peds, the Decepticon soldiers looked to their leader in confusion. Pure disbelief covered her faceplates, her posture both shocked and angry.

"Why in the name of this Primus-forsaken planet is my sister here?"

Just one breath, that's all she wanted. Was it really that bad to go outside for only a minute or two? Fera once again was in a deadlock standoff with her oh-so-cooperative medic Doctor Shelby.

The woman pushed up her glasses on her nose and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said no." she stated simply. Once again, Fera's happiness was denied. Fera sighed and her shoulders sagged as she dropped her faked anger. "Can I please just see the sun?" she practically begged. Doctor Shelby fixed her with a steady gaze again. When she shook her head, Fera stood and opened her hands in desperation. "I've been in here for over a month, what more do you need me here for?" she demanded.

Doctor Shelby simply lifted her hand and pointed at her head. "Traumatic stress. You're body is messed up more than you think, so we have you under watch. Trust me, it wasn't my idea." her hands were placating and Fera just groaned at this, spinning around with her face aimed at the ceiling. "What about if I just stick my head out a window or something?" she wondered, looking back. Terra once again shook her head.

Nearly giving in, Fera leaned back against her bed. Her limbs were feeling far better than they had for some time, which meant now was the perfect time to stretch them and use some energy. She could just imagine the warm blanket of the sun's rays on her face as she sat in the grass for hours and hours..."How about you go outside for me and trap some air in a jar?" not waiting for an answer, Fera let herself fall back against the mattress. Doctor Shelby actually chuckled at this.

"Your injuries have gotten better as of late, so I don't see why you can't walk around the base." Terra suggested, catching Fera's attention again. Fera lifted her head to look over her body at the doctor, her eyes hopeful. "I'm actually allowed to go to the bathroom without escort now? How wonderful!" she dropped her head back down and stared at the stupid concrete ceiling.

Doctor Shelby didn't stay long, seeing as she was the chief officer of her medical unit and all. But her favorite little teenage patient didn't either. With no interest in drawing, no desire to stare at the ceiling, and lacking in excitement to talk with one of the Autobots, she really had no reason to stay in one place for long. Her curiosity peaking, she sat up and stared at the door. She was suddenly drawn to the apparent new freedom she possessed, and it didn't take long before she'd decided to take advantage of it. Maybe if she could just sneak out when no one was around, she could actually get some fresh air before being locked away again for who-knows-how-long.

Fera walked down the hall and entered the main lobby, where a cold draft of air rushed over her restless form and cause prickling bumps to raise on her skin. She caught herself looking to the side of the door before she quickly snapped her head away. It had been almost a week now since Solas and herself had spoken, leaving her to have an infuriating time trying to find him. Was he avoiding her? She hoped not. Was it what she did? She hadn't meant anything by it, but it seemed like Sol might have thought otherwise.

Lifting a guilty hand, Fera rubbed her arm and started for the main door. Really, what other way was there? The southern wing consisted of the medbay and some of the Cybertronian barracks, so that was a definite no. The base only had two entrances inside, which was completely idiotic to her for more reasons than one. But beside that, the main entrance was closer, so that gave her less time to be found by someone who actually had it out for her. Beside the groups of soldiers and employees on the base, there really wasn't someone who knew who she was. They'd know her name of course, but nothing truly helpful. She would just have to figure a way out before someone actually did see her that would recognize her face.

Soon enough, as she trudged along the ground, her thoughts traveled back to a certain mech. She'd never expected what Solas would have told her- not anything even remotely close. It was nothing less than shocking to her, leaving her confused and unsure. Yes, she felt frightened at the thought of her friend, no, her Guardian, being brought into creation by one of the enemy. He was basically apart of them, blood and all.

But then she had rested and her thoughts regained themselves enough so she was able to realize. His own creation was not his choosing. Who made him was not in his power. Deciding what he did with his life was. And besides that, deciding what team to join in a war was a personal decision, not one of genetic birth.

Fera didn't pay attention to anything around her, her mind too far gone to think of anything other than where she was going and just how she had effected Solas with her actions. Hope fluttered in her heart, flooding her with a warmth she didn't deserve. That presence curled around her heart and held tight, trying hard to get her to accept the help it offered. Pushing it away, Fera rubbed her chest with the constriction in her lungs. That pinch lasted for only a few seconds before she felt fine again. This always happened when she blocked it.

Too fast for her to see it coming, a large pillar of metal slammed down before her, cutting off her view of the door and surprising her enough for her to jump. She gasped and snapped her head up, trying to see who was blocking her.

"We need to talk." he said simply.

His eyes were hard and focused, and he didn't seem willing to put up anything for discussion. Usually, Fera would be defiant about this and she would probably have argued. However, she merely swallowed and allowed herself to be lifted into the air, her guilt too much for her to oppose anything he said.

Without a word, they traveled down the hall to where the spare rooms sat along the hallways not far down the core of the building. When Fera had first arrived at the base, she'd been interrogated in one of these- which made her realize just how ignorant she'd been at the time. Now, she felt out of place only because it had been so long. Solas opened the door and walked inside, quickly locking it behind them.

The mech then slowly walked across the room where he knelt, Fera still in his grasp. "Do you want to stand?" he asked. Fera looked to the floor and her toes curled at the coldness that looked to be associated with them. As of late, coldness seemed to affect her in an odd way. She was almost creeped out about it. Maybe it was because of Solas and what his frame had felt like in his coma? Her fingers unknowingly tightened on his protoform and she parted her lips. She was going to say "yes", but she wasn't able to as Solas simply sat back on the floor. He then relocated her to sit on his lap -or what she figured it to be- while he leaned against the wall.

For a second, Fera and Sol locked eye contact, allowing either to speak at any time. Then his eyes flicked up and he seemed to see something he didn't like. Fera followed his gaze and found one of the many cameras hanging from the ceiling. It was just like th one in Fera's room, which made her frown deeply with the twin-like device. Then, there was the whirring of warming systems and a click before dead silence. And abruptly, a loud blast came from the mech's direction before a flash of flaring orange crackled to explode at the wall. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the device except a charred corner of the room. Shocked, Fera whipped back around. He was shifting a smaller weapon back into his wrist, seeming pleased with himself.

"Fragging cameras watching everything I do." he muttered. "It's so annoying."

Fera couldn't help but crack a grin as she heard his agitated mumbling, finding it actually quite amusing that such a small thing would cause him so much trouble. But as he looked back to her, she dropped the grin and waited nervously. She knew he was going to say he'd been offended by her actions last time they'd met, then she would apologize, he'd comfort her, and they'd go one with their lives. But for some reason, this just didn't seem like one of those times.

Before he could say a word, Fera sat straighter and opened her mouth. "Sol, I'm sorry." a surprised expression crossed his face, "I didn't mean anything when I walked away like that, and you didn't do anything to get a reaction like that." she rubbed an arm, suddenly disinterested in looking into his eyes. What else could she say? 'I'm sorry Solas for possibly ruining any trust you could have in me for telling about your personal life'?

But then, a large hand came and cupped behind her, making her jerk. Startled, she looked to the hand and then Sol, who had a teasing grin on his face. "You worry too much human." he chuckled and Fera watched him in confusion. He wasn't upset? "Yes, I am still confused as to why you walked out on me, but I'm not blaming you. As a human, I still have no idea what you'll do next."

Fera's shoulders sagged at this and she brought her legs closer to her, not sharing the mech's humor in his light words. Hope took its turn to try uplifting her mood, but she pushed it away, again gaining that temporarily breathless feeling. Solas' hand shifted, this time actually touching her back.

"I know where I came from is shocking to you and I wouldn't be angry if you felt the need to not stay my charge any longer." he put in suddenly. Fera snapped her head from looking away to stare at him. Break off his Guardianship? "What in goodness sake are you talking about?" her tone was bewildering and disbelieving, her head cocked so she could catch his eye again. He blinked and sighed through his vents. Fera felt the warm air brush over her, causing a relaxed wave to come through her. Solas darted a look at her, possibly seeing her reaction, but then he moved them again.

"I would never ask you to stop being my Guardian. No matter where you came from." she assured, laying her hands on his leg. Solas peered back down at her, seeming to wait. "Yeah, it kinda shocked me a little when you told me you were part Decepticon, but then I realized that it wasn't in your power to control something like that. You were just apart of it, and that's what it is." this time, she came to stand on her feet, balancing between his legs before she eventually decided to stand on his left thigh.

Solas moved his hand away at seeing her stand and he set both on the ground beside him. "You are not disgusted that I am apart of the enemy?" he wondered, his tone surprised. Fera looked up from her balancing act and she shook her head. "Of course not. You would never do anything to even come close to resembling those...'Cons. You wouldn't hurt me on purpose would you?" she asked, slowly starting to walk forward.

Shaking his head, Solas calmly watched her. "No." he answered briefly. Fera grinned softly at the response. For some reason, that made her feel warm inside. "And would you cause a dying being to suffer just for fun?" her face turned to the side and she waited for an answer as she saw him from the corner of her eye.

Solas once again shook his head. The lack of words he used would usually be seen as something suspicious, but she guessed he needn't say anything. She knew the answers he would give, but it was still nice to hear them from him. "Then you are no Decepticon." she reached his chest and she laid a hand there, curling her fingers around a jutted piece. Before he could speak again, Fera was already skillfully jumping up and on to the cracks of his protoform, setting herself in a small niche between his head and his shoulder. She laid back against him and grinned in victory.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a voice Fera knew should have been irritated. Shuffling her body in a feigned attempt to become more comfortable, Fera shrugged. "Hangin' out." she said. Solas turned his head to see her and he huffed. "I can easily move you." he threatened lightly, causing the young teen to sit back against him and cross her legs, her face set in arrogance. "But you won't."

This gained a short laugh from the mech and he turned his head away. "I've gone soft." he muttered. Fera chuckled when she thought of their last conversation and how she had asked him about that same topic.

"At least soft is comfortable."

"But not in battle."

"We're not in battle. Relax, it's just us."

"You say that as if it's a good thing."

"Because it is."

"You do not fear me?"

"Oh I do, but I don't."

The mech once again looked back at her, a confused expression on his face. "I don't understand." he said, seeing her as she rested her head back against his frame. To actually think, this was fairly comfortable. Closing her eyes, Fera answered, "When you're fighting I fear you. When you're not, I don't. I do not see the need to be scared of the being who protects me."

"You're logic is confusing." the mech said back, setting his head back on the wall. Fera smiled and opened her eyes, lifting her head to see his face. "Welcome to the world of the humans. It's mainly a female thing though." shrugging again, Fera let her arms sit back on both sides of her.

For a few blissful moments, they were quiet. There was no jeers said or anger displayed. This was one of those rare events they had when they actually liked to spend time in each other's company. It surprised her really as Solas seemed to grow more fond of her, even to the point where she could comfortably call him a friend.

Then, that burning question filed through her brain and refused to leave. It had been one of the many that had taken up the space of her restless nights in the medical wing. It was something to think about as she was unable to sleep in that dark room. Her grin fading, Fera stole a glance at Sol before speaking. He seemed content as well. So why should she be asking this? Because my annoying conscious wants to, she thought irritably. Finally giving up, she spoke up. "Sol?" she called softly.

Noticing the change in mood, Solas angle his head so he could see her. "Yes?" he wondered, his teal eyes steady. Fera allowed her nerves to settle before she went on, afraid what she was going to say would break their moment of peace. If any past experience was something to go by, than it probably was wiser to not bring up what she wished to. However, curiosity was her weaker point and she couldn't help it when times presented themselves where she would ask those unsaid questions. "What happened to your family?" she asked. Solas visibly tensed and Fera mentally kicked herself. Great. Nice going, she chided herself.

But all Sol did was look away and stare off into the rest of the empty room. He didn't look mad or irritated at her question, and if anything, he actually appeared sad. "Why do you wish to know?" he inquired grimly. Realizing she had ruined whatever chance of backing out of the conversation, Fera sat straighter and watched her swinging feet instead. "Because it's something I don't know about you."

The Guardian actually snorted at this, seeming less humorous than ridiculing. "You know nothing of me." he said back, just as distant as before. Sighing, Fera could just feel the new wall building between them. He was right. She knew jack-diddly-squat about him.

"Perhaps if you tell me more, I will." her voice was equally as dark as his, causing the situation to worsen than get any better. Pausing, Solas didn't immediately respond to that statement. She felt like she knew where this was going, and she didn't like it. Things always seemed to end up this way between them, and for once she wished everything would just be normal. Sure, every once in a while they acted like they actually could stand each other, but how often was that? And when he did speak again, he sounded guarded. "Fera, some things are best left unsaid." he stated more softly. Fera felt like there was more to that sentence than he dare say aloud, and she felt a small sting in her chest at finding he didn't trust her. That, or he was keeping something from her 'for her own good'.

Ever since the stabbing, Solas was not just more protective, but secretive as well. He never told her really anything involving his work or from his younger days. He'd even never gone to tell her what it was like for him on Cybertron. Always about the secrets, she thought sadly. "I'm not asking for your life Solas, I'm just asking about your parents, that's all."

"Why do you suddenly seem interested in all of this?"

"As I said before, it is something I don't know. I'm curious."

"But why?"

"Solas, you take your job as my Guardian more seriously then I could ever realize. It makes me feel as though I owe you something back; to repay you for the protection you provide for me."

"By knowing more of me?"

"By being a friend. I can at least do that for you."

At this, Solas went deadly quiet. Hope buzzed lowly in her chest while the necklace on her throat grew unusually warm. Fera held it in her hand, confused yet oddly intrigued at the charm's liveliness.

For awhile, Fera just waited for Solas to say something. Anything. But he didn't, so she racked her brain once again to start things up. She could tell him so many things and just squeeze the information from him, but what good would that do? Already she was guilty from keeping her secrets from him and yet, he didn't seem so at all with his. Maybe if she gave him a big enough truth, he would feel it was time to start opening up.

"In return for telling me about your parents, I'll tell you what happened when you were asleep." this was a bold move considering Solas would most likely not be pleased with what she had to say. In fact, he could down right leave her back in the room while he tore apart Bee for not protecting her as he had temporarily been assigned to do. She possibly could have just signed his death order.

Solas perked up at her statement, moving his head to look down on her. She nodded in confirmation after pausing to swallow the tightness from her throat. He wouldn't be mad, would he? As interested as she was, Fera wished she could have taken back her bargain and offered something else.

Searching her for only a heartbeat longer, Solas sighed once more and looked up at the ceiling. After he closed his eyes for a few seconds, he said, "Deal." and then returned his attention to her.

Sol went on to tell her almost exactly what he had told Optimus Prime. However, this version was slightly deeper and more detailed, giving Fera a far better idea of what he went through than what he'd told his leader. It was gruesomely descriptive, almost to the point where Fera felt uncomfortable. He seemed to need the release though, to be able to explain to someone just what had happened to him. As he talked, he grew more comfortable and words came with less hesitance. She didn't speak up once the entire time, afraid that whatever she said would stop his outpour of experience. But when his words came to an end, Fera felt absolutely awful. Her chest was tight and her eyes stung, her teeth biting hard on her bottom lip to the point where it almost bled.

Hope stayed dim during this story, only picking up warmth when she grew upset. Fera cleared her throat and played with the necklace she wore, twirling it between her fingers as it hummed. It was a soothing feel that she got from it, allowing Hope to break through her distraction and flood her with relief. No longer saddened, Fera looked up at her Guardian and studied his features. They were between pain and grief. But Fera couldn't blame the mech for feeling that way, for he'd lost not only his parents, but his sibling too. It was hard enough living with the death of her father, but Fera couldn't imagine loosing her mother too.

"That must have been horrible." she murmured, bringing up her knees to lay her chin on them. Her arms wrapped around her legs and she held firm. Solas' frame vibrated beneath her and Fera couldn't help but feel think he was shuddering. "Very." he agreed. "There is not one earth day I live without thought of them. You may have some idea of this from losing your male creator?" his tone was less grieved than Fera would have thought. But the fact that he had even mentioned her father's death compared to his entire family's was shocking.

Lifting her head, she moved her eyes to his. "I do miss him a lot, yes. But my experience is nothing compared to what you went through when your entire family was..." brutally murdered, she finished silently. Solas shifted again and lifted a hand, gently laying it over Fera's position. "A death is a death Fera, no matter how many of them happen in succession as mine had. We suffered through the same in my view." he assured her, carefully holding his hand over her.

She didn't know if he was trying to comfort her or what, but Hope sure wasn't letting its efforts down while it continued to offer her its own wave of reassurance. Did he really think the way he said? Was it even possible to feel like 1 death matched 3? She certainly didn't think so. Lifting a hand to lightly brush her fingertips over Solas', Fera watched them as they moved. "I don't think I could change your mind about that, but I feel differently." her head tipped to the side, "My dad died because his body had been put through something the doctors had never seen before. His lungs had filled with fluid and his brain swelled out of his skull. He died slowly and in pain, but he smiled until the end."

A small grin actually played at the corner of Fera's lips, allowing her to quietly remember those last few weeks of her time together with her father. Solas left his hand to allow her to continue tracing random images on it, silently listening to every word. It seemed to interest him.

"He was strong." he noted. Fera nodded, allowing her grin to spread. "Yes, yes he was. Very strong. I loved him so much." she dropped her hand from his and looked up at his eyes. They were the same color, but for some reason, they seemed sad. It was as if Solas felt her very grief. Hope tried wrapping itself around her again, but she just calmed it, pressing the thought that she was all right towards it.

She proceeded to sit up and sigh, releasing the pent-up tension in her body. It felt nice to sit here and actually talk about something that she felt strongly about. Solas had gone through some harsh experiences, but he seemed to accept hers as the same. It was a confusing point. But it was also sweet at the same time.

"So I guess I should tell you what happened to me now." she guessed, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her ankles. Solas removed his cupped hand from her and she grew slightly saddened by the move. "That would be nice." Sol agreed, waiting patiently. Fera sucked in air and thought about how to approach this subject. It was sensitive, so maybe it was best to start soft.

"I was walking down the hall, lost in my own little world," she began. She couldn't miss the small "figures" from Solas, and she fixed him with a hot glare. "and before I knew it, I was pinned to the wall. Hence, my strained wrist." she rolled it and winced. Solas made no further comments and Fera was left to continue. "Something picked me up and told me to be quiet before I was harmed. By this time, I had already realized what had taken me, so I was actually scared."

Solas shifted and Fera stopped, figuring he'd want to cut in. "What had grabbed you?" he demanded sternly. His emotions changed so fast that it took Fera a moment to regain herself to return to her story. She fumbled for something to say, something to withhold the final part of her tale that she dreaded the most. Certainly, this wouldn't end well. Best rip the bandage off.

"A Decepticon." she shrunk into her shoulders as Solas jerked roughly.

"What?!" he bellowed.

Fera slowly lifted her head again and she raised placating hands. "Calm the hell down Sol!" she hissed. "You need to hear this!" he settled back into his sitting position, but he couldn't hide the agitation she felt in his posture. The moment she'd finished with her story, she knew he would unleash wrath. To try defusing or possibly preventing this, she went on, "Solas Kaon, someone saved me. A new Autobot fembot, who I don't know the name of. But she saved me and now I'm ok!" Fera got to her feet and gestured towards herself, showing him that she was indeed in good condition.

"Fembot? A new Autobot?" he asked incredulously. "Was it Rethalia?" Fera shook her head at this and he growled, seemingly frustrated. "I didn't know there was a new arrival here. However, that still doesn't put to rest the fact that you were kidnaped Fera." he finally stood and Fera jumped, swinging her arms in an attempt at keeping her balance. "Who was in charge of you while I was in comatose?" he asked, picking her off his shoulder before she fell.

Fera took note of the rising irritation in her Guardian and she shifted, freeing her arms and laying them over his fingers as she knitted her eyebrows. "Solas, it wasn't anyone's fault, it was mine. I shouldn't have been out so late-" she bit her tongue when she saw the intense look of the mech. She wouldn't dare speak Bumblebee's name- not while Sol was in such a mood.

Walking forward, Solas let Fera stand on the floor while he opened the door. When he exited the room, Fera hurried beside him, almost running to keep pace. "Listen to me you stubborn mech!" she called. "Don't get mad at anyone but me, it was my fault!" she insisted.

Without warning, Solas stopped and spun to look at her, causing her to back up about a step. "No Fera, it's not your fault. It is however, whomever was watching you to be in trouble. This place is not safe for you, especially now that I am in such a state as I am." he waved to his protoform, "I'm angry at them, at myself, and whatever Decepticon had loose enough wiring in his CPU to harm you." he then whipped around and left Fera to stand motionless in the hallway.

Am I the only one getting frustrated with these two?

I think it's kinda bad when the author is actually feeling this way...we have power over certain things...

Stuff could happen...

Never a good time.

lol